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Same, I'd love to join you for another go round. It's been a blast.
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Absorbing the negative energy hurt like hell, and Malavine slumped over, making retching noises. "This does not feel like winning," the Oracle muttered in irritation. "We did win though, right?"
Grunting as the attackers hit - twice, which was frustrating - Malavine attacked the one that was standing too close to the sacrifice. "You might want to step back."
Grunting as the cultist attempted to come at her, but took a step back to cast a healing spell on Kephry, herself and Hicklespurn. She included Schmick as well, but wasn't sure the machine could be healed this way. But using the magic on Zelda wouldn't end well, so...
With the cultists in a position to attack down, Malavine tried to freeze the leader in place. It would certainly slow her down and prevent too much mischief until they could deal with the rest.
Malavine did not like that the crazy person in the mask kept doing this ritual, but disrupting it was rarely a simple matter. She decided to keep doing what she was doing and try taking out the final Cultist behind Kephry,then she could turn her attention to making the leader a giant ice cube.
Wincing at the crossbow bolt that hit her dead centre and her armour only absorbed some of the hit, Malavine continued trying to drop the Cultists near the sacrafice. Especially the one with the crossbow.
Hate to say it...but the one who Crossbowed me crit. Can you confirm it, and any potential damage? It might change my action.
Malavine tried to attack once more, targeting the still free cultists.
Well, she'd been hoping for at least two of the enemies, but beggars could not be choosers. She'd just have to revive the sacrifice if they tried anything. Instead she targeted the closest cultist to her and hurled the Starknife.
Moving quickly, Malavine soaked the three figures around the sacrifice...and then froze them in place if they weren't nice and quick. It turned out water was really quite useful.
"It can't hurt," Malavine agreed. She prepared to move closer to the ones on the flank with the sacrafice, although she did have an idea for the cult leader too if things went wrong.
"Holy hell, that's more cultists than I'd like," Malavine muttered. Formulating a map of sorts from what she'd been told, she said, "OK...so, two goals. Protect the sacrifice and then kill the leader. In that order. Betcha whatever they're doing they can't be finished without the whole human death thing." She considered. "Again."
"Nothing good," Malavine replied cheerfully, "But we're probably where we're meant to be. Are we going to try waiting for dark and sneaking in, or are we going to head in now?"
Cooling herself off as they paused on the approach, Malavine stated slowly, "Unfortunately I'm going to have to take your about the figures. And the pyramid." She gestured to her eyes and sighed. "What can you all tell me?"
Yelping as the thing clawed and bit her, Malavine attempted to ram her starknife between its rib and up into its heart. Assuming it had a heart. It was never a bad place to stab.
Malavine continued to press her attack as well, because she wasn't overly fond of the attacker.
I'll play for as long as you'll have me, but if we knew this one was gonna be a little short. If this the Time, then we'll go for it and get the satisfying ending.
As the claws struck her armour Malavine replied in kind, lashing out with a Starknife attack to educate it on not attacking.
It sucks when finances forces that kind of decision on you. Sorry to hear that.
Malavine spent the time focusing on a new magic she was trying. With how useful it was, she had focused on copying Liath's ability to create fresh water at need. It hadn't taken too long to work out how to draw the moisture from the air, albeit it quite a lot from the area when it was a desert like this. But she was never one to rest on her laurels. And there had been several occasions when keeping someone still would have been useful. And she knew that, according to her parents, water that was cold enough became solid. So Malavine learned to make ice. Given the temperature this was an excellent idea. An unlimited supply of ice cold water was never a bad thing. An opponent trapped in it was even more fun. Therefore, after making dinner, Malavine had a cool bath.
Malavine gave Hickle a look that suggested she agreed with the construct, but said, "It was pretty tingly, really. Other than myself and Liath does anyone need healing?"
Malavine cursed as the electricity flowed through her, leaping aside even as she felt the power ground through her feet. It felt very strange, and not entirely unpleasant - except for the burning feeling. That wasn't as much fun. Returning the favour, Malavine threw her Starknife again.
Family comes first. ...although, really, isn't an RP group just like family with more dice? Have fun and enjoy.
I can, but I moved this round to make sure it can't vaporise us all in one shot.
Spreading out and away from the others, Malavine waited for the starknife to return before hurling the weapons once again.
"At least it's the only one," Malavine said cheerfully, holding on to her Starknife and moving towards the monster so she could attack once it was in range.
"Everyone else is seeing that, right? I don't have sunstroke yet do I?" Malavine used her magic to start sensing around, seeing if that was the only one or if more were hidden under the sand.
Malavine mostly indulged in the water and used minor magic to heal the sunburn before they grew too unpleasant.
Malavine gestured to the lower routes. "No point in getting exhausted, sunburnt and backed against the sky for another boney...arrow...thing to attack. I'd say we should take the lower routes."
"Nope," Malavine replied cheerfully as she squinted at the monster.
...honestly, we're only doing this module before you make your own wrap up, right? I'm not sure it's worth recruiting more folks, but I wouldn't say no if you wanna.
"Thanks!" Malavine called, and threw the starknife as she hurled the knife again as soon as the weapon returned again.
"Not the kind of trap I was expecting..." Malavine muttered, aiming her Starknife and hoping to blow the monster out of the sky...it it was in range.
"Careful it's not an undead trap," Malavine suggested, Starknife at the ready. "But at a guess it's probably the last person who was wearing that mask. Maybe it's hungry?"
Noting that Schmick was possibly not going to be an ally if anything happend to Hickle, Malavine replied, "It hasn't led us wrong yet. If nothing else the more we know the more we can do to stop them."
"That's...an evocative image. Agreed, though."
Malavine looked surprised as the Starknife returned. "It's nice to fight people with enough common sense to, you know, not die."
Malavine sighed. "Seriously, why do people never run away when it becomes horribly clear they're all going to die if they stand and fight?" The Starknife lashed out again.
"Y'know, ambushes only work if the first attack works. You guys are pretty screwed." She tossed the Starknife again. It seemed like the thing to do.
Malavine hurled her Starknife at one of the attackers on the roof.
"We did, and a cultist. And the thing that killed them both. It's been disposed of. I'm sorry we couldn't do more to help."
"Follow the compass, now we know they're not at this point." Malavine shrugged.
"So they're using the mask of an insane pharoh to hunt down a weapon to destroy people from the clouds," Malavine summarised. "OK then. At least we have some idea of what's happening."
Malavine hurled her starknife again, hoping to end this thing fast.
Bare feet scuffing across the floor to avoid the attack, Malavine sighed. "Why would you even do this?" She hurled her Starknife at the abomination.
Malavine scanned the area for dangers. The rattling noise was likely the reason for the dead guard, and possibly the cultists, but there might be magical safeguards or something equally unpleasant.
"Men in golden masks? More than one?" Malavine said a word most likely unsuited to a library. "Sounds like they left some undead to guard the place and hide whatever it is they did or stole." She looked at the others, not wanting to push them into heading down...but clearly wanting to do so.
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